C836 A Hundred Year Old Traceless Grass Is in My Hands

That's too much, a Foundation Establishment Cultivator. He's almost at his peak in the mortal world, but he's still a small fry in the Underworld.

To be able to cause a change in the weather with just this level of cultivation, this wasn't ordinary.

Zhao Feng's heart was frantically warning him, urging him to get away from this place.

But escaping now was easy